Dancing With The Stars: Not So Dazzling At 11

Photo grab from Dancing With The Stars website.

Sunday night’s premiere of Dancing With The Stars debuted with a big bang – with Brynne Edelsten running the show of superficial sausages.

With a new host, a new judge and a new set of silly c-grade celebrities, season eleven of Channel Seven’s popular reality show has unfortunately, already proved to be the current rating season’s token winner.

Mediaspy.com reported a national audience of over 1.5 million. But of those 1.5 million watchers, I wonder who still takes the show’s entertainment values seriously?

As soon as Melbourne socialite Brynne Edelston stepped up on stage, the show’s monopoly value took a bittersweet spin, for the better. With her bouncy blonde hair, big bosoms and 67-year-old husband in tow, judges labeled her routine as a “bedazzled sack of potatoes”.

Now, while a little bit of constructive criticism isn’t bad, ratings or not, the catty comment made by new judge Josh Horner, I think, certainly supports her stance as an accepted airhead.

I mean, who is Brynne Edelston? What has she done to allow the media to validate her as a celebrity? (Well, enough of a celebrity to get an invitation to shimmy her derrière on Dancing With The Stars?)

Marrying Medical entrepreneur and overall old man Geoffrey Edelston was a good start, sure. So was rocking up to 2009’s Brownlow Medal wearing nothing but a sheer, long lined shirt and protruding push-up bra doused with silver diamanté’s. But, apart from that, there really isn’t much else, besides being a tabloid trend for marrying a man 40 years her senior.

The Herald Sun reported that during Sunday night’s telecast, dimwitted Green Room interviewer, Sonia Kruger, regretted the comedic comment that implied the marriage was akin to a father-daughter relationship.

Regretted the comment that set social networking site Twitter into overdrive with a flurry of outraged hash tags in Edelsten’s defence.

Regretted what most of Melbourne – and Australia – was thinking.

“Good to see you have a good relationship with your dad,” she quipped.

Stupid Sonia spoke accidental words – and ratings – of gold.

The “bedazzled sack of potatoes” has finally been dished up what she deserves; a slap on the wrist for being a gold digging, media mole with no real accreditation or known work ethic, and a newly provided vote of sympathy from online Tweeters, who, put simply, cannot see that Seven’s primetime hit is now a waste of broadcasted space and an embarrassment to what was previously, quality Sunday night television.